years ago, the Government withdrew the permission for theologians to attend German colleges. They could not but see in this a death-blow to their Church, the purpose of exterminating the evangelical ministry of the country in the course of a single generation. However, their fears and anxious anticipations have been most agreeably disappointed. A few weeks ago, as we are informed by private friends in Hungary, permission from the Government was obtained, by the evangelical pastors and congregations, to establish a theological seminary in Pesth, and to appoint to the professorships such men as had the confidence of the Church, and had approved themselves sincere and energetic champions of the faith delivered to the saints. The seminary is to be conducted by eight professors; those appointed already are known to us as men of signal piety and sound erudition; and while we are filled with joy and gratitude for the unexpected deliverance, we look forward with great hope and expectation to the harvest which will spring up from the teaching and labours of an enlightened and devoted clergy.-Commonwealth.

Statistics.

THE EMIGRATION TO THIS COUNTRY.

THE following table shows the countries from which our emigration has been derived during the past year :

The following table shows the relative proportion of German and Irish emigration for the last seven years:

RAILROAD ACCIDENTS.

THE following table, it is believed, comprehends all the most serious railroad accidents, which have occurred in the United States during a period of about three years:

THE philosopher and mathematician, Herapath, has just made an estimate of England's material wealth, as an estate. Here it is, a most business-like document, fit to be put into the hands of any lawyer, or land-agent, in the kingdom:

Waste lands, public buildings, churches, chapels, hospitals, prisons, arsenals, forts, military stores, dockyards, ships of war,

750,000,000

£4,447,000,000

That is what we are worth. Not exactly that Alderman Farebrother could, by advertising it in the Times to-morrow, nail a purchaser at the entire figure in a month hence. A little management would be required, some judicious lotting there must be, and the whole should not be thrown upon the market at once. But there it is. England is worth that to us.-London Atlas.

POPULATION OF THE CRIMEA.

THE total number of male inhabitants in the Peninsula may be divided as follows: 156,000 Tartars, of whom 80,000 are peasants, farmers, or shepherds; 16,000 Imans and Mollahs, acting at the same time as priests or judges; 10,000 Myrsas, or nobles, a kind of feudal lords whose influence and privileges have, but not without great difficulty, resisted foreign domination; and 50,000 bourgeois and petty tradesmen, residing in the towns. The Christian population does not amount to more than 22,000 or 23,000, and is entirely of European origin. The number of Russians carrying on trades, who have established themselves in the Crimea, since the conquest, are not calculated at more than 3000. Turkey, and more particularly Constantinople, have furnished a contingent of 10,000 Greeks, who established themselves for the most part at Balaklava and Eupatoria. Armenians, at the most, followed this example; and 6000 Poles, Germans, and French, forming a more floating portion of the population, complete this census.

THE ICE TRADE.

5000

Ir is estimated that there is invested in the ice business, in all parts of the United States, between $6,000,000 and $7,000,000; and the number of men to which it gives employment during the winter months, is supposed to be from eight to ten thousand. The total annual consumption of ice in New York alone, exceeds one hundred thousand tons. Boston consumes about fifty thousand tons yearly; and Philadelphia, Baltimore, and Washington, nearly an equal amount. Besides this large domestic consumption, there is every year a large amount exported to Southern cities. Boston exports much more than New York. The increase of the ice trade, in that city, since the year 1832, has been quite remarkable. In that year, the whole amount shipped was but 4,352 tons; in the year 1853, the amount exported was 100,000, and in 1854, 156,540 tons. One leading house alone exported last year 91,540 tons. The average price of this per ton, when sold in large quantities for shipment, is two dollars. A large proportion of it goes to Savannah, Charleston, New Orleans, and Mobile. Considerable is also sent to Havana, Rio Janeiro, Callao, St. Thomas, &c. But a small proportion of the ice harvested in the vicinity of New York is exported, being only about 15,000 tons a year.

Varieties.

THE ONE CHERISHED SIN.

OFTEN from my window on the sea-shore, I have observed a little boat at anchor. Day after day, month after month, it is seen at the same spot. The tide ebbs and flows, yet it scarcely moves. While many a gallant vessel spreads its sails, and catching the favouring breeze, has reached the haven, this little bark moves not from its accustomed spot. True it is, that when the tide rises, it rises; and when it ebbs again, it sinks; but advances not. Why is this? Approach nearer, and you will It is fastened to the earth by one slender rope. There is the secret. A cord, scarcely visible, enchains it, and will not let it go. Now, stationary Christians, see here your state, the state of thousands. Sabbaths come and go, but leave them as before. Ordinances come and go; ministers come and go; means, privileges, sermons, move them not-yes, they

see.

move them; a slight elevation by a Sabbath tide, and again they sink; but no onward, heavenward movement. They are as remote as ever from the haven of rest; this one sin enslaves, enchains the soul, and will not let it go. Some secret, unseen, allowed indulgence, drags down the soul, and keeps it fast to earth. If it be so, snap it asunder; make one desperate effort in the strength of God. Take the Bible as your chart, and Christ as your pilot, to steer you safely amid the dangerous rocks, and pray for the Spirit of all grace to fill out every sail, and waft you onwards over the ocean of life, to the haven of everlasting rest.

RECORDS FOR ETERNITY.

WHEN Bishop Latimer was on trial, he at first answered carelessly. But presently he heard the pen going behind the tapestry, which was taking down his words. Then he was careful what he said.

There is an all-recording pen behind the curtain of the skies, taking down our words and acts for judgment.

It is a pen of iron. "The sin of Judah is written with a pen of iron, and the point of a diamond." It graves deep its records on the imperishable tablets of eternity-a record of every thought, word, and act. How ought we to live, since we can almost hear the all-recording pen going every hour, since we know that we are filling a page in the books that shall be opened at the judgment, and the record is imperishable as eternity.

A rich landlord in England once performed an act of tyrannical injustice to a widowed tenant. The widow's son, who saw it, became a painter, and years after succeeded in placing a painting of that scene where their oppressor saw it. As his eye fell on the picture, the rich man turned pale and trembled, and offered any sum to purchase it, that he might put it out of sight. If every scene of wickedness through which a man passes should be painted, the painting hung up before him, so that he would always see the portrait of himself with the evil passions expressed on his countenanoe, and himself in the very act of wickedness, he would be wretched. Such a picture gallery there is; and in eternity the sinner will dwell in it; for every feature and lineament of the soul in every feeling and act of wickedness, is portrayed imperishably, and will be exhibited to the gaze of the universe forever.

By the discoveries of modern science, the rays of the sun are made to form an exact portrait of him on whom they shine. We are all living in the sunlight of eternity, which is transferring to plates, more enduring than brass, the exact portrait of the soul in every successive act, with all its attendant circumstances.

Interesting to the antiquarian is the moment when he drags out from the sands of Egypt some obelisk on which the "pen of iron, and the point of a diamond" have graven the portraits, the attitudes, the dress, and the pursuits of men who lived and died three thousand years ago. But none can utter the interest of that moment when, from the silence of eternity, shall be brought out tablets thick set with the sculptured history of a sinful soul, and men and angels, with the sinner himself, shall gaze appalled on the faithful portraiture of a life of sin. Remember, then, O transgressor! you must meet the record of your sin in eternity."

CHRIST'S AGONY IN THE GARDEN.

THREE times in Gethsemane his shrinking humanity deprecated the cup. Three times he prostrated himself in prayer and appeal to his Father. And three times he arose in the conflict, resolved to reach the issue of his agony. Here, however, the utmost power of conception is at fault. At best, we can but approach the verge of the mystery. What reach or grasp of thought or language can unfold the anatomy of his heart's anguish, or exhibit the chemistry of his bruised emotions. The fearful alternative was before him. If he did not die, he saw the wrath of his Father kindling in heaven, scathing this fair creation, and lighting up the flames of hell. He saw generation after generation sinking beneath its fearful pressure, and swelling the congregation of the damned. He saw, he felt Infinite Majesty angry with man; heaven lost, hell incurred, and the prospective thrones of eternity exchanged for the dark dungeons of perdition. The untrodden wine-press of the wrath of God was before him. The unequal hour of Almighty conflict had arrived. Earth was burdened with children about him, and heaven lined with squadrons above-but "of all, there was none to help." In the might, therefore, of his own invincible purpose, alone-and unaided-he met the dreadful alternative, and hence his agony-the fearful exordium of the mysterious drama upon which he was entering.

[From the "Independent."]

"NOT THAT WE WOULD BE UNCLOTHED, BUT CLOTHED UPON.”

From cares that wait upon this mortal state;
These cares, though heavy, may be sweet,
Borne, gracious Lord, for thee.

But oh! to be like thee,

Clothed in thy robe of purity and light,
Made fair and clean to thy most holy sight,
In every part of me.

Un-clothe me when thou wilt,

And grant me Heaven's sweet rest in thine own time,
But clothe me, even here, with love to Him
Whose blood for me was spilt.

A love so pure and true,

That every holy grace may thrive in me,
And sin, vile sin, from every member flee,
As sun dispels the dew.

UNA.

N. H., June, 1856.